10-03-2015, 07:30 PM
It is all she has wanted for a long time, to embrace her daughter without fear of forcing the sickness on her. In moments of tragedy like this, all other concerns fly out the window.
Yael’s chest constricts, her ribcage a fragile prison containing a rapidly swelling heart. Even her lungs seem to shrivel and wither, and her breath grow impossibly short even though the act isn’t necessary. “Anozer daughter. She.... burned xim vit dragonfire,” she manages to whisper. The stench of burned flesh again wreaks havoc on her memories, unable to forget his agonized screams and feel his fearful surprise. “T’ere vas nozing left to xeal.”
Nothing left to heal and she what - would he have wanted her to navigate the hall of death to bring his soul back? To make him another body? No. Every year she offered him youth and strength, and every year he refused. Yael watched him age, watched him live a mortal, knowing full well that someday she would have to watch him die. But there would be time to prepare for that, time for her to come to terms that it would be the end. He was supposed to die in her embrace, knowing that he was loved and respected and that she would always keep his name alive. No. Instead he had gone up in flames. And Yael was once again, left alone.
Yael’s chest constricts, her ribcage a fragile prison containing a rapidly swelling heart. Even her lungs seem to shrivel and wither, and her breath grow impossibly short even though the act isn’t necessary. “Anozer daughter. She.... burned xim vit dragonfire,” she manages to whisper. The stench of burned flesh again wreaks havoc on her memories, unable to forget his agonized screams and feel his fearful surprise. “T’ere vas nozing left to xeal.”
Nothing left to heal and she what - would he have wanted her to navigate the hall of death to bring his soul back? To make him another body? No. Every year she offered him youth and strength, and every year he refused. Yael watched him age, watched him live a mortal, knowing full well that someday she would have to watch him die. But there would be time to prepare for that, time for her to come to terms that it would be the end. He was supposed to die in her embrace, knowing that he was loved and respected and that she would always keep his name alive. No. Instead he had gone up in flames. And Yael was once again, left alone.
Yael, guardian of the desert